Bleed for Me
by Jessy Antichrist
Summary: The Women's Champion questions her sanity when she begins to develop feelings towards a certain Big Red Machine. (Originally posted on a Forum webpage under my other alias, HappyManiaKitty. Also, first two chapters slightly revamped.)
1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Oh come on!! If I owned the WWE, Kane would be hogtied in my closet. Blah blah blah. Not making money, don't sue. You know all the BS.  
  
Author Insantiy: I've gone and revamped the first two chapters of this story because, hell, I forgot my Author Notes and everything!!!!! Heaven and Hell help me! I had to go back and rethink the plot line a little bit since I got a review asking if the Kane/Lita pregnancy angle is going to be in this storyline. Grr....darn you for making me think! You don't like the pregnancy angle? Don't worry, the pairing is NOT Kane and Lita.   
  
Additional Notes: HOW could I have forgotten to thank Takersbeloved!!!!! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!! bows down You are a fanfiction GODDESS and if you hadn't helped me so much with this story I NEVER would have started it. (And all of you! Go look up her story 'The Undertaker's Embrace'!!! Look it up NOW!!! I command you!!!)  
  
**Bleed for Me  
Ch.1  
by: HappyManiaKitty  
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Shoving quickly through the back door of the arena, the empty hall echoed with the steady thump of Victoria's bootheels as she hurried down the concrete hall. That could mean only one thing; she was late, even later than she had thought. She was already on Vince's shitlist ever since the little headshaving incident at WrestleMania months ago, and showing up late wouldn't do anything to put her back in his good graces. If she was lucky, she'd be able to get to the locker room unnoticed and be able to stretch a little before her match. Of course, Victoria had never been able to see eye to eye with Lady Luck.   
  
Reaching the door, she stopped and hitched her bag a little higher on her shoulder. She always hated this part, the stares and whispered comments when she entered the dressing room. Being the Women's Champion didn't do much to erase people's memories of being weird. She took a breath and grabbed for the handle, when the door opened abruptly and caught her a hard blow to the side of her head.  
  
Victoria backed up a step, seeing stars for a moment before her vision singled itself out again.  
  
"Damn, I'm sorry! I didn't see......." the red head cut herself off, laughing sharply when she saw who was in front of her. "Nevermind then. Can't do anymore damage than there already is."   
  
She almost winced at that voice. It had always reminded her of a cheesegrater working on concrete, and it didn't help matters that the girl had a personality to match.   
  
Without sparing her a second glance, Lita shoved past Victoria, waving casually over her shoulder, spitting out the customary goodbye she used with her, "Catch you later freak!"  
  
Taking a deep breath, Victoria sank one of her capped fangs into her lower lip to keep from turning around and wailing on the redhead. Comments like that were everyday occurances for her, but they still irked her in a way she couldn't understand. Trying to shake it off, she pulled the door back open and quickly made her way inside, trying not to notice the sudden silence that overcame the room.   
  
'Don't think about it.....don't let it get to you....' she continued to think to herself, keeping her eyes level as she made her way to the farthest corner of the room, sinking down onto the empty bench and setting her bag on the floor. She was beginning to have the feeling that this was going to be a very long night.   
  
Victoria shot an angry glare as the door to the locker room shut with a loud bang, signaling that the last of the Diva's had left the room. She sighed, the tension she always felt when she was around others quickly draining away.   
  
Shaking her head slightly, she stretched her other leg out on the bench and leaned on it carefully. She hated having to waste so much time stretching the one leg, but she couldn't afford to have her knee damaged anymore than it already was. An injury in the ring was dangerous, especially where the Diva's came into play. Most people thought the men were vicious in the ring, but when it came down to spats between the women, things could just get plain nasty.   
  
Carefully leaning down until she could rest her forehead on her knee, Victoria let her mind wander back to her earlier encounter with Lita. She honestly didn't know why they had so much animosity between them. Lita seemed to enjoy egging her on just for the hell of it.   
  
She counted to ten before raising up and getting off the bench, stretching her back slightly. She took a minute to tie her hair back before stuffing the rest of her gear into the locker, and headed out for her match.  
  
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Author Notes: Damn me for short chapters, I know. But I'm a bit rusty at writing fanfiction, so I'm trying my best to get back into the swing of it. I'll update as often as I can, unless my muse decides to run off again. Anyway, reviews are definately appreciated, and of course, Flames will be laughed at because they make me giggle beyond reason. Also, just to avoid confusion, I posted this story on a Forum website under the name HappyManiaKitty. Jessy Antichrist/HappyManiaKitty are BOTH me, got it? And yes, in future chapters I will avoid having my Author Notes taking up more space than the actual story.


	2. Chapter 2

Disclaimer: Hey.....waddya know! I STILL don't own anything from the WWE! Damnit!!!! .

Author Notes: I meant to put this in the first chapter. If you need a timeline to place this story in, I'd say it starts a week or two before the Bad Blood PPV. I'm not going to stay exactly true to what happened, but hey, artistic freedom here.

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**Bleed for Me  
Ch.2  
by: HappyManiaKitty  
**  
Halfway down the hall Victoria stopped, bending down to adjust her brace on her knee as she felt it start to slip. In her haste to get to the ring before anyone else noticed she was late, she hadn't fastened it properly and she didn't need it coming loose during her match.  
  
"Victoria, I need a word with you. Now." The order came out cold and distant, meaning it could only be one person.  
  
She froze, glancing up through the untidy curtain of magenta streaked ebony locks before giving a final tug on the brace, standing up and turning to face the man who held her career in his hands. She met Vince's stare, her hand going automatically to the belt at her waist, her fingers stroking the engravings to give her the self control she needed when her boss took that tone with her.   
  
"This isn't about WrestleMania again, is it? How was I supposed to know that Molly was so attached to her hair?" Victoria got out quickly, not wanting to go through that old argument again. She had won that match fair and square, and Molly would just have to deal with it. Besides, it's just hair. It grows back.   
  
Coming to a stop in front of Victoria, Vince waved his hand to cut her off before she started again. He'd known she was going to say that. "No, no that's over and done with for the time being. This is differant."   
  
He was fed up with the whole situation to tell the truth. Molly was on his back every time he saw her, trying to get him to agree to a re-match against Victoria. Vince sighed, running a tired hand through his hair, who could blame Victoria for being annoyed at Molly's persistance? The damn woman had lost. Why in the hell couldn't she just accept it? Shaking his head he brought his attention back to the woman in front of him. What he was about to tell her was going to cause her to go through the roof. Victoria was not well known for her . . .calm demeanor.   
  
He knew the news he was about to give the her wouldn't go over well, and in truth he didn't like it any better than she did. Victoria was the toughest Diva out there and deserved every match she got, not that he'd ever admit that to anyone. It would cause a riot with the other women and make him appear soft.   
  
"Victoria, I have to pull your match for the night. It's been bumped to Heat this Sunday." He said softly, almost apologetically.   
  
For a moment Victoria said nothing, her tanned fingers stilling on the belt she'd been stroking. The glare from those brown eyes almost made Vince want to back up a step, and he could have sworn for a brief second he'd spotted fangs, but dismissed it as a trick of the light. He shook his head to rid himself of the image.  
  
"You're pulling my match? Just like that? Out of the blue? You've got to be kidding me!" She just barely managed to keep from yelling. She didn't want to do something stupid to piss off her boss and have the title yanked from her so soon, it had taken her too long, she'd worked too damn hard to lose it now. Her fingers tightened convulsively on the belt at her waist.   
  
That little voice in the back of her mind had told her that the night wasn't going to go well, and she had a nagging suspicion she knew just what had caused this upset. Victoria took a deep breath, keeping her gaze level and unwavering, just knowing she wasn't going to like what she was about to hear.   
  
"So, what exactly was important enough to replace my match?" She managed to get out through clenched teeth, sarcasm dripping from every forced word. "Everything was already set up this morning."   
  
"Sometimes plans have to be changed whether we like them or not. You should know that by now Victoria," Vince's tone held a slight reprimand, not used to explaining himself to anyone, let alone his Divas. "Lately ratings for the show haven't been going so well, and we need to make sure that the ratings get back up soon." The look he saw in her eyes made him nervous. Deciding to just get this over with, he spit out, "Matt Hardy and Lita requested a handicap match tonight. I think it would be better for ratings to put that match on instead of you defending your title against Gail Kim."   
  
Hesitating for a minute, Vince reached out and tapped the belt at her waist, saying, "We're all a team, Victoria. We'll survive together and or we'll die together. We count on the team members who carry the gold to be leaders. Do you understand? Part of being a leader is knowing when to step aside for the underdog, like I'm asking you to do tonight."  
  
Victoria didn't respond for a minute, lost as she was in the fantasy of her fingers wrapped tightly around Lita's neck and squeezing, squeezing....   
  
"Victoria!" Vince's voice was impatient.   
  
She jerked her head up, her vengeful fantasy crumbling around her just like her title match on Raw.   
  
"Did you understand what I said?" Vince questioned again as Victoria's eyes met his, the brown depths holding secrets he didn't know, ones that would probably send him running if he did.   
  
Not trusting herself to open her mouth to respond, she gave a sharp nod to her boss, knowing it was useless to try and persuade him otherwise. Once his mind was made up, it was made up for good.   
  
Turning back around to head to the monitor room, she absently reached up to touch her lower lip, looking angrily at the blood that smeared her fingers from where she'd bit her lips so hard her fangs had broken skin, before reaching down and wiping them off on her shorts. Her eyes narrowed on the sharp streak of red against the bright yellow material. Someone was definately going to pay for this, and if she had anything to say about it, a certain redheaded bitch would be at the top of the list.   
  
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Author Notes: Another short chapter.... I know I know. I AM working on Chapter 3 at the moment, and hopefully it'll be up soon. And yes, Big Red will finally make his entrance into the fic in the next chapter. Just in case anyone's curious (You'd better be!!), the story was named after the song 'Bleed for Me' by Saliva. I just think the lyrics fit so well with Kane and Victoria.....


	3. Chapter 3

Bleed for Me Ch.3 by: HappyManiaKitty

"Of all the stupid low down people......." Victoria muttered to herself, angrily yanking one of the old metal folding chairs out of the corner and sinking down into it to watch the monitor. Stretching her right leg out, Victoria sighed, trying to get comfortable on the hard, cold seat. It was almost impossible in these old folding chairs they kept backstage. Shifting slightly in the chair, Victoria tucked her left leg under the chair, slouching a little deeper against the back of the chair. Victoria smiled slightly to herself, she might as well be comfortable while she watched someone else use her TV time. Victoria snorted, her brown eyes narrowed and focused on the monitor. It was no wonder Lita had looked so damn smug earlier. Victoria cursed to herself as a picture of the redhead's smug smile floated through her mind. Kicking at one of the empty packing boxes littering the backstage area, Victoria eased back in her chair, staring hard at the monitor, irritated by Vince's irrational rule that no wrestler could leave the arena until the event was over. After every event there was a staff meeting and every wrestler had to be present and accounted for or be fined. Victoria snorted. It might be worth the money not to have to look at that redhead's face. It really had turned out to be one hell of a long night. And it wasn't over yet.  
  
She sat there, her long, tanned fingers fiddling with her little cup of coffee, only half paying attention to what was going on until she heard Lita's music hit. Her eyes narrowed as the red head bounced down the ramp and climbed into the ring. Hearing Matt's theme she lost interest, lowering her head to look down into the cup, wondering who they'd requested a match against.  
  
Raising the cup to her lips, she heard the pyros explode. Victoria froze, the cup simply resting against her lower lip and her hot, glittering brown eyes were glued to the monitor, unable to believe what she'd just heard.  
  
"They requested a match against KANE?" She gasped, shocked that even they could be that stupid. She couldn't believe that. Nobody was stupid enough to request a match against Kane. That was like signing your own death sentence. Victoria had tried some crazy stunts in her career ...... but even she had her limits, and going against Kane in the ring was one she wouldn't even consider trying.  
  
She watched Kane reach for the top rope and haul himself into the ring, causing Matt and Lita to scramble back to the opposite side and she tried to block out the little voices screaming at her from the dark corners of her mind. Vengeful little voices trying to rear their ugly little heads as she continued to watch the match.  
  
Victoria couldn't help but give a bitter laugh as she thought back to her talk with Vince. 'Hell, if he wanted to boost ratings he should have paired the two freaks of the WWE together for this match to whip their asses,' she thought to herself. She grimaced, remembering how Kane had dealt with his ex-tag partner, Rob Van Dam. Somehow the thought of being handcuffed and doused with gasoline didn't seem like a fun pass time, even for her. Of course you get rid of the gasoline.....  
  
She quickly squashed that disturbing thought as it took shape in her mind, tugging lightly on a strand of ebony hair absently. That was just a bit too freaky even for her, and she'd done a lot of freaky things in her life.  
  
Finally gathering her scattered thoughts from that train of thought, she brought the coffee cup back up to take a sip, focusing her attention on the match that had already gotten pretty ugly. This should be very interesting.  
  
The bell had already rung, and Matt was distracting the ref by trying to bring in a chair, while Lita retrieved another and slid back in from the far corner, sneaking up on Kane as he headed for Matt. Victoria grimaced, knowing what was coming, rubbing the side of her temple unconsciously as she watched Lita hammer the chair into Kane's head when he spun around to face her.  
  
Victoria winced sympathetically when she saw Kane hit the hard canvas of the ring. Doesn't matter who you are, a chairshot to the head hurts like hell.  
  
Lita had dropped the chair and taken a step towards the ropes when Kane sat up. He simply sat up. Victoria's mouth dropped open. Damn, she knew he did that and all.......but it was still unnerving to see. Rather zombie like.... Not to mention you usually wanted to be far, far away when he did that, as it meant you were about to get yours.  
  
The corner of her mouth twitched up as she watched, knowing Lita was about to be reduced to a greasy red stain on the canvas. She watched as the redhead, who had been taking a step to exit through the ropes, froze in her tracks as Kane sat up. That's exactly why you don't turn your back on someone like Kane, especially after you've just smashed them with a chair.  
  
Kane slowly climbed to his feet, reaching up to feel his forehead, expecting to see blood when he drew his hand back down. None. That little bitch had mashed the chair right into his head, causing his ears to ring painfully. He blinked several times until he saw only one of Lita and the need to strangle her slowly faded, all the while eyeing her as she stood there like a deer caught in the headlights. Giving her a final warning glare he slowly, very slowly turned around to face Matt. Matt he could beat the shit out of. Lita.....well he was just going to have to ignore her.  
  
"Come here you little son of a bitch...." His eyes narrowed, an evil grin overtaking his face as he snagged him by the front of his shirt, holding tight as Matt tried to scramble away from him.  
  
Victoria tightened her jaw, one fingernail tapping against the styrofoam in frustrastion as she watched Kane turn away from Lita. Damnit. He simply turned away from her. He'd had every oppurtunity tonight to hurt her, but no, he has to decide now to grow a conscience? Nothing was turning out like it should tonight....  
  
"Son of a bitch!" Victoria howled, as Lita snuck up behind Big Red and low blowed him. She frowned, her nail now stabbing into the cup as she watched Kane drop to his knees hard, she smiled with a small bit of satisfaction as Matt dropped hard to the canvas, landing with a dull thump on the hard canvas.  
  
She sat up abruptly, shaking the cup and sending coffee down on her leg. Glancing down angrily she brushed it off her thigh, thankful it had cooled down considerably, before turning her attention back to the monitor. Lita stood triumphantly over Kane, who was curled into a tight ball, hands cupped protectively around himself, his eyes shut and mouth tight. Victoria winced in sympathy, absently crushing her coffee cup and tossing it in the can against the wall, waiting to see what would happen next.  
  
Hissing in a breath, Kane clenched his teeth so tight his jaw ached, desperately trying to keep from throwing up. Wouldn't that just be great? The Big Red Monster losing his lunch in the middle of the ring. He'd never hear the end of that, hell, the rest of the roster would just love a new reason to make fun of him. To laugh at him, and he'd be damned if he'd let them have it. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, taking another deep breath as the nausea started to recede. He didn't feel quite as light headed now. It wasn't fair that one little blow could bring a man to his knees just like that....  
  
Gathering his strength, Kane opened his eyes, panic setting in when he realized his vision was obscured by intense red. Scrambling to sit up, he sucked in a breath and got a mouthful of Lita's hair. He quickly spat out the wet strands, gagging slightly on the bitter taste of her hair dye as she straightened to stand over him, laughing. He growled low in his chest. She was....laughing. Laughing at him. Nobody laughed at him.....  
  
He lurched to his feet, his gaze intent on the couple standing before him. A murderous look in his gaze, he stalked forward, swatting Matt to the side as soon as he'd gotten to his feet, not even breaking stride as he slowly backed Lita into the corner. He quickly stepped to the side to block her attempt to escape through the ropes, laughing as the smug look slid from her face and fear crept in. Kane chuckled softly as he reached out and brushed a few strands of hair out of her face, lightly tracing his knuckles against her cheek before quickly reaching down and wrapping his hand around her throat. As his fingers dug into her soft throat, he paused, feeling her pulse beneath his fingertips, like a tiny butterfly trying desperately to escape. His eyes narrowed. It would be so easy to stop that pulse..... all he'd have to do is squeeze a little..... and he'd stop it.....so easy....  
  
Lita immediately grabbed hold of his wrist with both hands, fear dilating her eyes as she tried to wrench herself out of Kane's grip as he slowly walked backwards, dragging her struggling form to the center of the ring. She gave one last desperate tug before Kane's fingers tightened painfully, cutting off her air supply.  
  
Feeling the soft skin of Lita's throat beneath his fingertips, Kane hesitated. Although he definately would have gotten a perverse satisfaction out of chokeslamming the living hell out of her, watching her soft body slam into the canvas, watch her face contort with the pain she'd caused him, maybe even a nice sickening crack of something breaking, he knew he couldn't do it. He couldn't risk losing what he'd worked so hard for, even if Lita wasn't yet aware of what she stood to lose. He could hear the inner demons telling him to do it, that she deserved it, but he squelched those thoughts. Damnit, as much as he wanted to he just couldn't do it! Muttering a curse he released his deathgrip on her throat and turned away.  
  
"You goddamn freak....." Lita muttered, reaching up to rub the fingerprints on her throat.  
  
Kane froze, whipping his head around to stare at her, his already labored breathing picking up in speed as he felt the rage building back up.  
  
Her eyes widened and she stumbled back a step, meeting Kane's mismatched set of ice blue and hazel eyes as he turned and came back for her. There was something just utterly..... disturbing about looking into eyes like that.... almost as if you were looking at two seperate people. One half you could talk to and reason with, but the other one..... the other one made you simply want to turn and run, never looking back. The kind of eyes you expect to see looking at you from inside the closet when you were a child. Lita shuddered, unable to look away as Kane slowly advanced on her.  
  
Victoria grinned as she watched the action in the ring. "Damnit...... I wanna know what she said! Well, whatever it was.....she shouldn't have," she sang to the monitor. Maybe now Kane would come to his senses, or lack thereof, and smash Lita into little itty bitty punk pieces. She couldn't understand why he hadn't done that yet. All throughout the match he'd been about to hurt her, then had calmed down and let her go. Right now though, he looked like he had no intentions of calming down. What the hell had Lita said to piss him off that much? She had an idea but..... Victoria chewed lightly on her lower lip as she caught movement in the corner of the monitor, knowing what was coming and helpless to do anything to prevent it.  
  
Victoria watched in horror as Matt crept up behind Kane, winding up and letting go, catching Kane across the back of his head with a chairshot for the second time tonight. Kane's legs crumpled like overcooked noodles as the blow connected with the back of his skull. His eyes widened for a split second, locking on Lita before rolling up in the in the back of his head as his 320 pound frame bounced on the hard canvas. Lita stood there for a moment, staring at the fallen giant. A triumphant smirk curled her vividly painted lips as she saw Kane's chest rise and fall, not a muscle twitching on his big body. The Big Red Monster wasn't getting up again, not this time. Satisfied, she stepped over his prone form to Matt's side.  
  
Victoria bit down lightly on her knuckle, wondering why the hell Matt wasn't even bothering to pin Kane. Hell, where was the damn ref? Maybe the ref was counting Kane out, she just couldn't hear him over the booing of the crowd. She wouldn't be able to tell unless the damn camera would pan away from Lita and Matt.  
  
Matt leaned down so Kane could hear him. Grinning, he spat out, "The pain's just beginning, retard."  
  
Kane rolled his head towards the voice above him, trying to make his eyes focus but they just refused to and he gave up, letting them close, his head thumping back against the canvas. He could hear voices, but whether they were Matt and Lita or just the usual voices he heard in his head, he couldn't tell. He could feel the mat shaking as they moved around, but couldn't figure out what was going on around him. He knew he needed to move, needed to get up, but his head was still spinning, and he was about to give up until he felt something icy cold splash all over him.  
  
"Son of a bitch!" Kane sat up, his eyes wide and breathing harsh, searching for a target as he wiped the water off of his face. Little droplets trickled down his chest, glittering under the lighting in the arena as Kane got to his feet, only slightly unsteady from the shock moments before.  
  
His eyes honed in on Lita as she stood there laughing, holding the now empty bucket tauntingly infront of him.  
  
"Look who woke up. Come on now, we wouldn't want you to miss out on all the fun," she taunted him as Matt came up behind her, his arms sliding around to rest on her stomach. "After all, you had your turn terrorizing me, it's only fair that it's our turn now."  
  
Victoria bit down harder on her knuckle. This was a No DQ match, but still, was no one going to interfere and help Kane? She snorted. Of course not. They were scared of him, just like they were her. You don't help what you don't understand. Her eyes narrowed, brown bits of fire snapping in her gaze as she concentrated on the action playing across the monitor. "Come on, Kane," she whispered, leaning forward in her chair as she watched Lita saunter closer and closer to the dazed looking Kane. He was sitting up in the ring, water dripping down his face and chest. Victoria's breath caught in her throat as the camera panned at just the right angle and the water glistened on his chest, as bright and tempting as any diamonds. Her fingers curled into fists with the temptation to reach out and touch. Her heart thumped hard, her mouth went dry. What the hell was the matter with her all of a sudden? Why now? Why this man? Victoria shifted in the uncomfortable chair, trying to ease the feelings roiling inside her as the action rolled across the screen. She narrowed her eyes, focusing on a bead of water that started at the top of his shaved head and slowly—Victoria licked her lips—the bead of water slowly made its way down his cheek, working its way to his pale chest, trickling across his nipple and . . . Victoria shifted again, tugging at the loose hair at her temple, making a low keening sound in her throat. What the hell was the matter with her? Why him? Victoria shot out of the chair, grasping the monitor as Lita slammed the empty bucket up side Kane's head. "You bitch," she hissed, her breathing ragged, eyes narrowed and focused in hatred on the red head gloating on the screen. Victoria felt her stomach clench, felt the nausea trying to take hold and fought the sickness back, forced herself to think.  
Reaching up, she ran shaking hands through her hair, tugging at the loose strands at her temples, the keening cry coming from her throat automatically. No one was going to interfere. Why would they? Who was going to help the monster, the freak? A sly, sadistic smile came over Victoria's face as she stood there, her gaze locked on the monitor. Anyone watching would have ducked and run for cover. Perhaps even the Big Red Machine himself.  
  
Lita stepped away and behind Matt as he swung the bucket at Kane yet again to deter him as she made a hasty exit from under the bottom rope. Lifting up the apron, she shoved the various items out of her way, reaching out for another chair when she spotted something else. Something better. She smirked and grabbed the Singapore cane, standing back up and pushing the cane in the ring and sliding it across to Matt, who had evidently managed to take down the angry giant again with the bucket and was now standing above him, waiting for her.  
  
Victoria took a shaky breath, one hand reaching up to pull at the dark hair at her temples. This wasn't her fight......this wasn't her fight..... Her gaze kept snapping back and forth between the monitor and the entrance ramp. She pulled a little harder on her hair. This really wasn't her problem, none of it was ......  
  
As Matt picked up the cane and nodded to her, Lita turned around and slid her foot onto the turnbuckle and grabbed the ropes. She took a moment to balance her weight and slide a triumphant smile at Kane's still prone form stretched across the canvas, before straightening and preparing to do her finisher off the top rope.  
  
Without so much as a warning, Victoria's hit, blaring over the speakers, causing Lita to jerk back, her rear hitting the top turnbuckle hard as she reached to steady herself on the ropes, trying to regain her balance. She quickly looked over her shoulder, her face blanching as she watched the Women's Champion make her way down the ramp. 

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Author Notes: It's been a long time coming, and I wanted to get this chapter up before Summerslam started. (Come on Kane! Kick Matt's ass!!!) Anyway, as usual, thank you Takersbeloved for all the help with this chapter, and you know everything you helped with. . And um......ok, I'm gonna head out and watch Sunday Night Heat. Yeah.

Jessy A.


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